[PIN] Professional
After about a week at his new job, Yamapi wonders what Takki had gotten him into when his senpai recommended him for the position. It’s not the workload or the type of work - both of those are fine, this is really the job Yamapi hoped to land right out of university. His coworkers are fine - he’s especially close with Nishikido-kun - just, his boss makes him question his place.
Akanishi Jin is confident, if anything - perhaps overconfident. Some insist that Akanishi-san holds his job as division director solely because he is the president’s nephew; others reason that hiring family is common and Akanishi-san has the brilliance to be heading a branch as important as the one he does. Still others simply see him as the most eligible bachelor in the business world. Yamapi sees him as “boss”.
It’s little things that make Yamapi uneasy - not their first meeting, when he’d bowed politely after Takki’s introduction and looked up to see Akanishi-san smiling strangely at him, more like a smirk; but little things like his boss briefly tangling their fingers when accepting coffee from Yamapi. Things like Akanishi-san brushing dust that Yamapi couldn’t see off of the front of Yamapi’s jacket, seeming to absentmindedly let his hand linger a little too long over Yamapi’s chest, over Yamapi’s nipple. “We’ve got to maintain a professional appearance,” he would say from time to time, using his thumb to softly brush a crumb from the corner of Yamapi’s mouth after lunch.
Yamapi berates himself every time for acting like some horny teenager - his heartbeat increases and he feels slightly flushed - but it’s hard when Akanishi-san comes up behind him at his desk, running his fingers over the back of Yamapi’s hand as the younger man tightens his grip on the computer mouse. “Your skin is so smooth,” Akanishi-san muses. “Recommend any moisturizers?”
“Just what you pick up from the drugstore,” Yamapi replies awkwardly, watching Akanishi’s fingers massage his slightly cramped hand.
“I see,” the older man responds leisurely. “So you just feel good naturally - that’s not surprising.”
Yamapi thinks it’s a miracle that he doesn’t end up running to the bathroom that day.
-
It so happens that Takki, director of one of the higher divisions (where Yamapi interned during his last year of university), bestowed Yamapi with his nickname after a few incidents involving the color pink. He and Ryo were the only ones who referred to him as such, so it was awkward when Akanishi-san abandoned the expected “Yamashita-kun”. The young boss shrugged after letting the name slip. “It caught on,” he said lightly. “Less syllables?”
-
Yamapi thinks he’s figured it out, after too many incidents have occurred and Yamapi feels that he can no longer label them “accidents”. Akanishi-san is clearly testing him, trying to see how professional Yamapi can be. However, Yamapi tells himself sternly not to lose, and tries to think about what he should do to prove that he’s not weak. He sighs, relieved that at the very least, he is no longer confused.
Yamapi has also come to realize that he fails miserably at eating - no matter how much he wipes his mouth and checks the mirror before returning to the office after work, Akanishi-san always finds something to wipe off of his mouth. This time, when Akanishi-san caresses - brushes, Yamapi corrects himself - brushes Yamapi’s lower lip, Yamapi reaches up to smooth Akanishi’s hair in front, letting his fingers trail the outline of the older man’s face. “We’ve got to maintain a professional appearance,” Yamapi says seriously before continuing on. He smiles to himself.
His best job of proving that he is indeed professional must be when he and his boss happen to be in the bathroom at the same time. Yamapi is just shaking the excess water from his hands when Akanishi-san turns on the water to wash his own, and Yamapi thinks he’d been hit with a lightning bolt of inspiration - “Let me help you with that,” he says confidently, pressing the soap dispenser button and sliding his hands over Akanishi’s, lathering him up, sliding his fingers through his. Yamapi smiles easily, rinsing off his hands again, and glances at Akanishi-san, who blinks at his now soapy hands. Yamapi runs a hand through his hair before exiting the bathroom, and distinctly hears Akanishi-san swallow. The younger man grins to himself - obviously Akanishi is shocked to learn that he really is a serious person!
-
The next day, Yamapi dutifully knocks on the door to Akanishi’s private office with the coffee his boss had requested. He’s slightly surprised when Akanishi-san opens the door immediately, as if he’d been awaiting Yamapi’s arrival. “Yamapi!” he says brightly. “Please set that down on my desk.” After giving the appropriate response, Yamapi makes a beeline for the heavy oak workspace, but just as he moves to set it down, a sharp ‘click!’ of the door locking startles him, and he ends up spilling half the coffee all over himself. He forgets the door immediately, rushing to set the half-empty cup down and find something to wipe off his jacket with.
“So sorry,” Akanishi’s voice breathes in his ear, and Yamapi whirls around to face his boss. “It seems I startled you; so I’ll take care of the cleaning,” Akanishi-san says smoothly, and before Yamapi can say a single word, the older man’s hands are quickly unbuttoning the black jacket, whisking it off of Yamapi’s lean body and hanging it over a chair.
“Akanishi-san, I-” Yamapi starts, trying to recollect himself, but he is too confused. He can’t tell if this was just an accident or if Akanishi-san is beginning another one of his tests. “I can have it cleaned myself,” he finishes lamely, feeling naked without his jacket.
“‘Jin’ is fine,” the older man says, seeming to ignore Yamapi’s previous words; instead giving him a heated look. This is Jin’s only preamble - he doesn’t pause before roughly pulling Yamapi to him by the length of his tie, capturing the other’s lips in his own to gently massage Yamapi’s bottom lip with his tongue, and Yamapi almost melts into the kiss before pulling away. “Sir, I - I’m a professional,” he offers weakly, under Jin’s raised eyebrow.
“I can take that two different ways,” Jin says with an expression that Yamapi might describe as a lazy smirk, “and I’m going to assume you’re not a pornstar” - Yamapi splutters - “so I’ll just say that we’re all professionals.” His smirk grows wider as he tosses the younger man’s tie aside - Yamapi wonders how Jin removed it without his noticing.
“But aren’t you testing me?” Yamapi asks, confused as ever, holding out his hand as if someone will drop an answer into his palm. He can still feel Jin’s distinctive lips on his, but he is positive that he should never have known that feeling.
“I’m not testing anyone,” Jin says lowly, reaching to grasp Yamapi’s smooth wrist. He dips the younger man’s fingers in the cup of warm coffee still on his desk, to Yamapi’s dismay, and watches the younger man’s expression change as he brings the hand to his mouth to suck his fingers. Yamapi’s eyes grow wide and his body becomes rigid as he watches Jin switch fingers, sucking harder each time, until he slows and languidly runs his tongue up the length of Yamapi’s ring finger. Jin’s lips are soft and his breath is warm on Yamapi’s fingertips, and Yamapi feels his knees giving way as his breathing increases. Apparently Jin sees it coming too; he pushes Yamapi onto his back over the empty half of the large desk, laying the younger man out before him. Having finished with Yamapi’s fingers, he watches Yamapi blink at him slowly with half-lidded eyes, and descends upon his junior, pressing kisses down his neck to his collarbone as he hastens to unbutton the man’s white shirt and expose the beautiful skin underneath.
“Jin,” Yamapi breathes wantonly, as Jin slides greedy hands over his chest, thumbing over his nipples.
“You’re stiff,” Jin whispers, admiring the warm color of the younger man’s skin, before running his tongue around the curve of Yamapi’s hard muscle. Yamapi doesn’t know what Jin’s talking about - he feels like jelly under Jin’s demanding hands, except for the one part of him that is indeed stiffening rapidly. Jin’s hands happen to brush against said part as the older man moves to unbuckle Yamapi’s belt, and Yamapi thrusts his hips up automatically, jerking his head back with wide eyes and exposing his neck. Jin pulls Yamapi’s dress pants down to his knees, reaching to stroke Yamapi through his thin boxers, loving Yamapi’s resulting helpless gasp and erratic breathing, watching his junior squeeze his eyes shut from the tremors reverberating through his body. When Jin becomes impatient and tugs Yamapi’s boxers down as well, he revels in his new treasure, covering the hardness with light kisses all along its length.
Jin can’t describe the sounds that Yamapi makes - he just thinks that they’re the sexiest things he has ever heard, between mewing and whimpering and whispered secrets - but he wants to listen to them always. When he finally slides Yamapi’s length into his mouth, Yamapi’s hands - fisted tightly all this time - find their way into his hair, giving him a rhythm that Jin chooses to ignore. After all, he’s always liked being in control. And today, he likes curling his tongue around Yamapi and pressing hard against the tip of his erection and making Yamapi cry out loud.
Jin has never thought that his name could sound more beautiful, especially as Yamapi drags it out helplessly as he comes thickly into Jin’s awaiting mouth. His hand in Jin’s hair completely relaxes as he pants in attempt to regain his breath, and he vaguely feels Jin tucking him back into his boxers, pulling his pants up and fastening his belt.
“Good work today,” Jin says, before excusing himself first.
-
Yamapi refuses to meet Jin’s eyes the next day, hopelessly confused and embarrassed. Jin, being Jin, finds this cute and doesn’t miss one opportunity to beam and smile winningly at him.
“Good work today,” Jin says with a smile at the end of the day, and Yamapi nods awkwardly before leaving, glad to have put another day between that incident and the present.
“You’re full of yourself,” Nishikido-kun says from behind him. Jin jumps; Ryo has always had a knack for blending into the background and jumping out at random times. He’d been in the department a year before Jin was promoted to director; for some reason they’d always been close, or civil, at least. Jin couldn’t imagine working without Ryo there.
“Full of myself?” Jin echoes.
“He feels good, doesn’t he?” Ryo says off-handedly, examining his cuticles. “I’m especially fond of those sounds he makes.”
“Ryo - what-” Jin wonders if he’s stuttering.
“You think you’re the only one who’s ever - oh wait, you probably do,” Ryo says, laughing in that way of his that isn’t remotely funny. “But personally, I like him best tied up,” he says lightly, before exiting the office.
“I’ll just have to try that,” Jin says to the air.
May 24-26, 2007
Akanishi Jin is confident, if anything - perhaps overconfident. Some insist that Akanishi-san holds his job as division director solely because he is the president’s nephew; others reason that hiring family is common and Akanishi-san has the brilliance to be heading a branch as important as the one he does. Still others simply see him as the most eligible bachelor in the business world. Yamapi sees him as “boss”.
It’s little things that make Yamapi uneasy - not their first meeting, when he’d bowed politely after Takki’s introduction and looked up to see Akanishi-san smiling strangely at him, more like a smirk; but little things like his boss briefly tangling their fingers when accepting coffee from Yamapi. Things like Akanishi-san brushing dust that Yamapi couldn’t see off of the front of Yamapi’s jacket, seeming to absentmindedly let his hand linger a little too long over Yamapi’s chest, over Yamapi’s nipple. “We’ve got to maintain a professional appearance,” he would say from time to time, using his thumb to softly brush a crumb from the corner of Yamapi’s mouth after lunch.
Yamapi berates himself every time for acting like some horny teenager - his heartbeat increases and he feels slightly flushed - but it’s hard when Akanishi-san comes up behind him at his desk, running his fingers over the back of Yamapi’s hand as the younger man tightens his grip on the computer mouse. “Your skin is so smooth,” Akanishi-san muses. “Recommend any moisturizers?”
“Just what you pick up from the drugstore,” Yamapi replies awkwardly, watching Akanishi’s fingers massage his slightly cramped hand.
“I see,” the older man responds leisurely. “So you just feel good naturally - that’s not surprising.”
Yamapi thinks it’s a miracle that he doesn’t end up running to the bathroom that day.
-
It so happens that Takki, director of one of the higher divisions (where Yamapi interned during his last year of university), bestowed Yamapi with his nickname after a few incidents involving the color pink. He and Ryo were the only ones who referred to him as such, so it was awkward when Akanishi-san abandoned the expected “Yamashita-kun”. The young boss shrugged after letting the name slip. “It caught on,” he said lightly. “Less syllables?”
-
Yamapi thinks he’s figured it out, after too many incidents have occurred and Yamapi feels that he can no longer label them “accidents”. Akanishi-san is clearly testing him, trying to see how professional Yamapi can be. However, Yamapi tells himself sternly not to lose, and tries to think about what he should do to prove that he’s not weak. He sighs, relieved that at the very least, he is no longer confused.
Yamapi has also come to realize that he fails miserably at eating - no matter how much he wipes his mouth and checks the mirror before returning to the office after work, Akanishi-san always finds something to wipe off of his mouth. This time, when Akanishi-san caresses - brushes, Yamapi corrects himself - brushes Yamapi’s lower lip, Yamapi reaches up to smooth Akanishi’s hair in front, letting his fingers trail the outline of the older man’s face. “We’ve got to maintain a professional appearance,” Yamapi says seriously before continuing on. He smiles to himself.
His best job of proving that he is indeed professional must be when he and his boss happen to be in the bathroom at the same time. Yamapi is just shaking the excess water from his hands when Akanishi-san turns on the water to wash his own, and Yamapi thinks he’d been hit with a lightning bolt of inspiration - “Let me help you with that,” he says confidently, pressing the soap dispenser button and sliding his hands over Akanishi’s, lathering him up, sliding his fingers through his. Yamapi smiles easily, rinsing off his hands again, and glances at Akanishi-san, who blinks at his now soapy hands. Yamapi runs a hand through his hair before exiting the bathroom, and distinctly hears Akanishi-san swallow. The younger man grins to himself - obviously Akanishi is shocked to learn that he really is a serious person!
-
The next day, Yamapi dutifully knocks on the door to Akanishi’s private office with the coffee his boss had requested. He’s slightly surprised when Akanishi-san opens the door immediately, as if he’d been awaiting Yamapi’s arrival. “Yamapi!” he says brightly. “Please set that down on my desk.” After giving the appropriate response, Yamapi makes a beeline for the heavy oak workspace, but just as he moves to set it down, a sharp ‘click!’ of the door locking startles him, and he ends up spilling half the coffee all over himself. He forgets the door immediately, rushing to set the half-empty cup down and find something to wipe off his jacket with.
“So sorry,” Akanishi’s voice breathes in his ear, and Yamapi whirls around to face his boss. “It seems I startled you; so I’ll take care of the cleaning,” Akanishi-san says smoothly, and before Yamapi can say a single word, the older man’s hands are quickly unbuttoning the black jacket, whisking it off of Yamapi’s lean body and hanging it over a chair.
“Akanishi-san, I-” Yamapi starts, trying to recollect himself, but he is too confused. He can’t tell if this was just an accident or if Akanishi-san is beginning another one of his tests. “I can have it cleaned myself,” he finishes lamely, feeling naked without his jacket.
“‘Jin’ is fine,” the older man says, seeming to ignore Yamapi’s previous words; instead giving him a heated look. This is Jin’s only preamble - he doesn’t pause before roughly pulling Yamapi to him by the length of his tie, capturing the other’s lips in his own to gently massage Yamapi’s bottom lip with his tongue, and Yamapi almost melts into the kiss before pulling away. “Sir, I - I’m a professional,” he offers weakly, under Jin’s raised eyebrow.
“I can take that two different ways,” Jin says with an expression that Yamapi might describe as a lazy smirk, “and I’m going to assume you’re not a pornstar” - Yamapi splutters - “so I’ll just say that we’re all professionals.” His smirk grows wider as he tosses the younger man’s tie aside - Yamapi wonders how Jin removed it without his noticing.
“But aren’t you testing me?” Yamapi asks, confused as ever, holding out his hand as if someone will drop an answer into his palm. He can still feel Jin’s distinctive lips on his, but he is positive that he should never have known that feeling.
“I’m not testing anyone,” Jin says lowly, reaching to grasp Yamapi’s smooth wrist. He dips the younger man’s fingers in the cup of warm coffee still on his desk, to Yamapi’s dismay, and watches the younger man’s expression change as he brings the hand to his mouth to suck his fingers. Yamapi’s eyes grow wide and his body becomes rigid as he watches Jin switch fingers, sucking harder each time, until he slows and languidly runs his tongue up the length of Yamapi’s ring finger. Jin’s lips are soft and his breath is warm on Yamapi’s fingertips, and Yamapi feels his knees giving way as his breathing increases. Apparently Jin sees it coming too; he pushes Yamapi onto his back over the empty half of the large desk, laying the younger man out before him. Having finished with Yamapi’s fingers, he watches Yamapi blink at him slowly with half-lidded eyes, and descends upon his junior, pressing kisses down his neck to his collarbone as he hastens to unbutton the man’s white shirt and expose the beautiful skin underneath.
“Jin,” Yamapi breathes wantonly, as Jin slides greedy hands over his chest, thumbing over his nipples.
“You’re stiff,” Jin whispers, admiring the warm color of the younger man’s skin, before running his tongue around the curve of Yamapi’s hard muscle. Yamapi doesn’t know what Jin’s talking about - he feels like jelly under Jin’s demanding hands, except for the one part of him that is indeed stiffening rapidly. Jin’s hands happen to brush against said part as the older man moves to unbuckle Yamapi’s belt, and Yamapi thrusts his hips up automatically, jerking his head back with wide eyes and exposing his neck. Jin pulls Yamapi’s dress pants down to his knees, reaching to stroke Yamapi through his thin boxers, loving Yamapi’s resulting helpless gasp and erratic breathing, watching his junior squeeze his eyes shut from the tremors reverberating through his body. When Jin becomes impatient and tugs Yamapi’s boxers down as well, he revels in his new treasure, covering the hardness with light kisses all along its length.
Jin can’t describe the sounds that Yamapi makes - he just thinks that they’re the sexiest things he has ever heard, between mewing and whimpering and whispered secrets - but he wants to listen to them always. When he finally slides Yamapi’s length into his mouth, Yamapi’s hands - fisted tightly all this time - find their way into his hair, giving him a rhythm that Jin chooses to ignore. After all, he’s always liked being in control. And today, he likes curling his tongue around Yamapi and pressing hard against the tip of his erection and making Yamapi cry out loud.
Jin has never thought that his name could sound more beautiful, especially as Yamapi drags it out helplessly as he comes thickly into Jin’s awaiting mouth. His hand in Jin’s hair completely relaxes as he pants in attempt to regain his breath, and he vaguely feels Jin tucking him back into his boxers, pulling his pants up and fastening his belt.
“Good work today,” Jin says, before excusing himself first.
-
Yamapi refuses to meet Jin’s eyes the next day, hopelessly confused and embarrassed. Jin, being Jin, finds this cute and doesn’t miss one opportunity to beam and smile winningly at him.
“Good work today,” Jin says with a smile at the end of the day, and Yamapi nods awkwardly before leaving, glad to have put another day between that incident and the present.
“You’re full of yourself,” Nishikido-kun says from behind him. Jin jumps; Ryo has always had a knack for blending into the background and jumping out at random times. He’d been in the department a year before Jin was promoted to director; for some reason they’d always been close, or civil, at least. Jin couldn’t imagine working without Ryo there.
“Full of myself?” Jin echoes.
“He feels good, doesn’t he?” Ryo says off-handedly, examining his cuticles. “I’m especially fond of those sounds he makes.”
“Ryo - what-” Jin wonders if he’s stuttering.
“You think you’re the only one who’s ever - oh wait, you probably do,” Ryo says, laughing in that way of his that isn’t remotely funny. “But personally, I like him best tied up,” he says lightly, before exiting the office.
“I’ll just have to try that,” Jin says to the air.
May 24-26, 2007